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Chapter 46: The Shadow in the tower

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Thalia's POV

​The golden crown, heavily studded with diamonds, sparkled brilliantly beneath the dim candlelight of the western tower.

​I sat in absolute silence in front of a massive, silver-carved mirror, staring intently at my own reflection. Several hours had already passed since that exhausting, feral night with Lysander. My body still harbored a faint, deep ache within my core—a vivid, unyielding reminder of the Lycan King’s absolute brutality on our bed of silk.

​However, the lingering
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